Monday: Rest day and first day of camp! I was super nervous to drop him off, mainly because he has been in this cry about everything stage for a while, and i was super worried that would happen at camp. Well, my worst fears came true, but the teachers handled him with grace and speed and helped him work through his issues. I am SO very glad two of my running partners are there taking care of him this week! I had to work late since i dropped him off late, which made for an uber long day, which turned into a stressful night since Andrew was beyond tired and would NOT go to sleep. Hopefully the rest of the week will go better and I can get him into bed MUCH earlier.
Tuesday: 600 meter repeats x 6 with 400 meter recoveries (mile warm up and mile cool down). Headed out a little later after a text from Melly that said she couldn't make it. I wasn't really looking forward to running speed work by myself, but it was cool enough for stella ella to join me and that was a nice incentive to run fast. Normally I walk recoveries, but today I tried to walk half of the recovery and jog half of the recovery just to speed things up. I am pretty happy with my splits, even minus my speed demon partner who usually motivates me to chase her.
|I know, super cheesy but I hope these brighten his day:)|
Later, I got glowing reports from camp that Andrew was doing much better. WHEW. That made me feel so much better about the decision to send him to camp. God bless those teachers and counselors! Fast forward even further and I had a PTA meeting (at the bar, how cool is that) and got home rather late. Andrew was complaining of a sick stomach, but tony said he had already gone # 2, so shouldn't be hurting. I also found out that Andrew had gorged himself on mini m&ms secretly. Sigh. We had a long night ahead. I felt so helpless because I knew his tummy hurt and nothing we did helped. Neither pepto nor tums nor massage helped him feel better. When he finally started puking, I was hoping that he might actually get some relief and sleep. Two puke sessions and sheet changings later, we finally all got to get some quality sleep. I decided to keep andrew home just in case this was a little tummy bug, but feeling it probably wasn't.
Saturday: Long run 12 miles. Yeesh. Why did I drink two beers the night before? I tried hydrating as much as possible pre sleeping, but the sleeping won out over the hydrating. The good news? Lows in the 50s the friday night, so no getting up at the butt crack of dawn to beat the heat.